last supper
what will it be today
she asked
a line well-rehearsed
he said he wasn’t ready
and she walked away
it was freaky windy outside
and even though
no windows could be opened
the blue curtains did blow
he knew the menu
by heart
but he read it over and over again
as if for the last time
june two thousand nineteen
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